Frog Pond, Fajitas & Ritas, & Other Capades

Yesterday we went to Frog Pond in the Boston Common to go Ice skating with our great friends Robert and Alice. I learned a lesson that when you go off ice to cement on skates it is good to maintain a speed of 0 miles per hour or you are sure to fall flat on your face.

Rental Ice skates I think were originally an ancient torture device that some entrepreneur decided he could make a buck off of. They have nothing in common with the comfortable skates that you buy in a store. I'm sorry, but what is so comfortable about putting all your weight on your ankles while the top of your foot is lifted unnaturally at a 20 degree angle up from your heel. This seems like something the mafia would make you wear if you owed them money.

Otherwise, I really enjoyed the ice skating. It is not everyday that I get to combine four of my five top neuroses:

1) Fear of sharp objects
2) Fear of losing control while moving fast and falling onto a hard surface
3) Fear of other people running you over with sharp objects
4) Fear of death (see fears 1-3)

All you need is the fear of heights thrown in there, and we've run the entire gamut. How about ice skating on top of a cliff with no protective guard rail. Or how about ice skating on top of a tall building like the Prudential or the Empire State Building with lots of people and no guard rail. Why not play Hockey on top of the Empire State Building while you are at it. (I'm just venting, I love ice skating... or do I?)

We later went to Fajitas and Ritas which had a great goth atmosphere of free world graffiti and killer watered down Sangria. Who ever came up with the idea for this place is a genius. It's hard to find and that makes it exta special. Also, they took the charm of the graffiti written all over the bathroom stalls at the Middle East and made it a centerpiece of the restaurant. What other restaurant could you go to where you would find the name of someone's mother written on the wall next to you and a phone number saying, "For a good time call this number."

We started covering our table with graffiti immediately. They should really do this with more restaurants. It was hidden off of West Street, near the Park Street T spot. Robert and I braved the scallop quaesadillas which were very interesting to say the least. You can't go wrong with free all you can eat tortillas and salsa.

We saw Michael Sullivan on the way home, performing at the Park St. T station, so we talked to him for a bit, and listened to his beautiful music.

Michael Sullivan has a lot of great songs. Our favorite is "Becky's Tune" which we heard on a tape made by David White (a musician friend of Lisa's who tragically committed suicide), and a new love song that he played for us. Michael does great renditions of old folk tunes as well, like "Streets of London" and "Shady Grove". When he's not playing in the subways of Boston, sometimes you can find him on tour with his old friend Michelle Shocked. We loved listening to Michael play, and it was the perfect end to our Taco Ice-Capades day.